Breasts

I really like Milica’s breasts. I think you will, too.

The biggest difference between men and women…

As my desire returns, it’s returning in unexpected, and unusual, ways. Why am I finding myself so hungry for really big breasts?

I like breasts. I don’t like boob jobs.

My friend Hy, over at the other dissolute sex blog, has an awesome feature. Every Friday, she posts the breasts of some of her readers. In recent weeks, she’s been challenging her posters to submit slightly more artful, less crude…

I do love me some. I’ve written about how large breasts, and in particular those filled with silicone, or saline, or whatever, don’t particularly excite me. But I don’t know that I’ve ever written explicitly about how hot tiny lumps…

This is the first in a series of posts about ways that I’m a little different from what I understand to be the sexual “norm” (to the extent there is one). I like breasts. A lot. I like them big…

Women’s breasts are so different. Are yours sensitive? Do you want me to squeeze them, pinch them, suck them, bite them? Do you want me to trace my finger, my tongue, lightly around your nipple? To flick it? Lick it?…

Yesterday, I wrote about pussies – today, I write about breasts.  I like them.  I like them big, I like them small.  Perky, saggy, big aureolae, small ones, inverted nipples, eraser nipples – you name it, I like it.  With…